Lyrics Famous Blue Raincoat (Live in Tórshavn) - Eivør

It's 4 in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on clinton street, all through the evening

I hear that you're building
Your little house, deep in the desert
And you're living for nothing now
I hope that you're keeping, some kind of record, yes

And Jane came, by with a lock of hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear

Well the last time we saw you
You looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat, was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station, to meet every train
You came home without Lily Marlene

And you treated, my woman
To a flake of your life
And when she came back
She was nobody's wife
Well

I see you
There with a rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
I see Jane's awakes
She sends her regards

Oh, what can I tell you?
My brother, my killer
What could I possibly say
I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way

If you ever come by here
For Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping
And your woman is free

And thanks,
For the the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good
So I never tried

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely L. Cohen